I saw a traveler breaking pieces of chocolate within a wrapper and eating them. Our eyes met briefly. He motioned toward the chocolate, and then me. I nodded. He carefully broke some off without touching it, and proffered it, still protected by the wrapper.

As I had overheard him talking with his companion, I said ‘Danke’ as I acquired the chocolate. He appeared surprised. ‘Sprechen ze Deutsche?’ he queried.

‘Nein’ I replied, putting the chocolate in my mouth, smiling, chewing.